Lyrics Гардемарин, вперед - Разлука
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И грянет мгла из всех болот из всех теснин
И засвистит веселый кнут над пегой парою
Ты запоешь свою тоску летя во тьму один
А я одна заплачу песню старую
Разлука вот извечный враг российский грез
Разлука вот полночный тать счастливой полночи
И лишь земля из-под колес и не расслышать из-за гроз
Ни ваших шпаг ни наших слез ни слов о помощи.
Какой беде из века в век обречены,
Какой нужде мы платим дань, прощаясь с милыми?
И для чего нам эта явь такие дарит сны,
Что дивный свет над песнями унылыми?
Быть может, нам не размыкать счастливых рук,
Быть может, нам распрячь коней на веки вечные...
Но стонет север, кличет юг,
И лишь колёс прощальный стук,
И вот судьба разбита вдруг
О, вёрсты встречные!
And hail of darkness from all the swamps of all the cramps
And whistle whistling cheerful over the pinned couple
You will sing your longing by flying into the darkness alone
And I alone will cry the old song
Separation here is the eternal enemy of the Russian dream
Parting here is midnight happy midnight
And only the ground from under the wheels and not to hear because of thunderstorms
Neither your swords nor our tears say a word about help.
What a disaster from century to century doomed,
What need we pay tribute, saying goodbye to the lovely?
And why does this reality give us such dreams?
What a marvelous light over dull songs?
Perhaps we will not open happy hands,
Perhaps we need horses for all eternity ...
But the north groans, the south calls,
And only the wheels farewell knock,
And now fate is broken suddenly
Oh, versts counter!
And whistle whistling cheerful over the pinned couple
You will sing your longing by flying into the darkness alone
And I alone will cry the old song
Separation here is the eternal enemy of the Russian dream
Parting here is midnight happy midnight
And only the ground from under the wheels and not to hear because of thunderstorms
Neither your swords nor our tears say a word about help.
What a disaster from century to century doomed,
What need we pay tribute, saying goodbye to the lovely?
And why does this reality give us such dreams?
What a marvelous light over dull songs?
Perhaps we will not open happy hands,
Perhaps we need horses for all eternity ...
But the north groans, the south calls,
And only the wheels farewell knock,
And now fate is broken suddenly
Oh, versts counter!